Page 18 of Eternally Bound

“After,” he runs his finger down the bones of my back.

I have never felt comfortable letting anyone see my scars, much less touch them. I try to pull away to turn, but his hand on my hip stops me.

“I know we do not love each other yet. With time, I hope you learn to. I ask only one thing from you, now, wife.” I look over my shoulder at his face.

“Never hide from me.” It’s such a simple request.

I let the dress fall, leaving me bare from my waist up. The dress was designed with a lined corset, so I only needed to wear a petty coat.

“Turn and drop your arms.” I swallow hard.

“Be brave, my beloved.” I turn slowly, but my arms shake as I let them fall to my side.

I inhale deeply and fist the petty coat in my hands to hide my nervousness. I slowly lift my chin and meet his eyes.

RED.

“You are exquisite,” He pries my left hand open and brings it up to his lips.

He kisses my new ring and then places it over his heart, holding it there for a moment before moving it to the buttons of his shirt.

“Undress me, wife.” I raise my other hand and undue the four buttons of his white shirt.

He pulls the pins from my hair, letting my curls fall around my shoulders. My hair hides most of my breasts from his sight, but he moves it to the sides, letting his hand graze my nipples.

I hiss at the contact.

He lifts his arms over his head, and I pull the shirt off. I run my hand over his chest hair, and he grabs my wrist. I’m shocked at my boldness and start apologizing, but his cheeks are pink with laughter.

“Touch me all you please, wife. I’m extremely ticklish, though.” That makes me smile, and I dig my fingers into his sides.

He wails and tries to back away, but we tumble onto the bed instead. The fine bone wiring of the petty coat snaps from the impact.

It takes him an amount to regain his breath.

“Are you ok? I’m afraid we broke it.” He reached for the ties on the side, and I squeal, pushing away.

“Fallon, I will not harm you.” I nod and allow him to bare my nakedness.

All I have on now are my stockings.

He stands to pull off his boots and lets his pants fall. His manhood is long, and thick, standing straight up to point to his bellybutton. He runs his hand up my stockings and slowly rolls them off my legs.

We’re both as nude as newborn babies.

“You’re trembling. Should I add another log to the fire?” I shake my head, unable to speak.

I lick my lips, wondering what his skin would taste like on my tongue.

“You look hungry, beloved.” I nod, and he crawls up my body and kisses my lower belly trailing his tongue to my breast and sucking my nipple into his mouth.

I gasp, and my back arches off the bed, chasing his mouth for more.

“Mmm, you are eager. Did that feel good?” Why is he talking?

I cup his cheek, running my fingers into his hair. Then I pull him back down to my breast. He chuckles but drops down easily enough. I don’t understand this sudden need my body is craving.

I ache everywhere, especially between my legs.

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